"Get out of here!" Wolverine yelled, the left wing of the mansion shaking. "You have to get underground, now!"
Rogue's eyes were filled with fear, but she managed a nod as she pushed the younger students along. Screams and shouts filled Xavier's school, panic enveloping the school as the attack climaxed. They would win, and the precious mansion would be in ruins. The door of the elevator opened up and Storm was waiting for the group of kids sent down by Wolverine.
"Alright kids, we have an adult supervisor you will follow under the tunnels and out of here. We have to hurry, so the calmer you stay, the better your chances of getting out will be." Storm said, her voice hiding the panic she was fighting down. She pushed the kids along, grabbing Rogue by the arm.
"We need you with us, kid. Go suit up!" Storm hissed, shoving her toward the changing room. Another load of children were brought down via elevator. Storm took a deep breath. We can do this! she reassured herself.
Once the kids would run down the hall, the would find themselve taking a flight of stairs beneath the changing room into the house's drain pipes, specially built for times like this. A bomb exploded in the Science Hall of the school, shaking the school. Logan rocked with the house and began checking the dorm rooms for kids that might have been left behind. A young girl was hiding in the corner of her bedroom, holding hands with another girl. They let out a cry of relief as Logan frantically waved his hand and shouted at them to hurry. Another bomb shook the house, but this time there were three more explosions, and with the trembling mansion came Wolverine's horrifyed revelation. They problably wouldn't make it out in time. He could feel the house shudder and give way, coming straight for them.
Orora heard the storm of debris as the mansion finally gave way and collapsed. Logan was still upstairs.
"NO!" Rogue screamed in panic, realizing what had happened. Storm grabbed the sobbing girl, choking back tears of her own.
"Rogue, ROGUE!" she shouted, holding the thrashing girl in her arms. "He'll be okay! He's a survivor."
Through her shuddering sobs she managed to nod and stumble out of the now collapsing basement.
Wolverine shoved the girls beneath the nearest table and threw himself over them to protect them from debris. Before it all came down around them, he warned them.
"I'm problably not going to be consciouss when it comes down. If I'm not, I want you girls to be very careful and-" he couldn't finish. The roar of a collapsing house surrounded them, knocking Logan further ontop of them.
Storm rushed to the underground pipes, attempting to get out before the basement collapsed. It was only a matter of seconds before everthing gave way. She turned right to the escape route and found Collosus. She gasped, seeing he was trying to hold up the pipe before it gave way. He looked pleadingly at her, his muscles begging for mercy under the heavy strain.
"go..." He muttered weakly. "Go now, before it falls."
A tear managed to escape Storm's eye, falling down to the floor and joining the blood from Colossus sweat.
"I'm so sorry.." she whispered, caressing his cheek once and planting a kiss on his jaw. He gave her a shaky smile.
"Go... save them..." he groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut, running blindly along the path. The cold rain from outside finally spattered along her back, making her look up. What she saw drove her to her knees.
The army officials had them. Children lined up, five in a row, six rows in all. Each row had two soldiers on each side with loaded guns. The X-Men that had been captured had been neutralized with the special chemical temporarily. A sting zinged across her neck, and she grabbed the dart from it with tears in her eyes. She called a storm to her, praying for lightning, but recieved nothing.
"Make them watch. Line them up in front of the monsters they created." said the General gruffly, an evil sneer on his lips. Six cadets came forward with handguns, loaded and ready.
"Shoot them." was the last order she heard as one by one, the cadets stood in front of the line of children. Storm screamed as the first blasts sounded and the first child dropped to the ground with a blood spattered forehead.
"NOOOO!" she shrieked, hands curling over her eyes...
"Storm... Storm! It's alright, shhhh.. Everythings all right. Thats right calm down." Charles said, holding the woman in his arms. He sighed, probing her mind for what had put her in such a fit of panic and angst. He replayed the dream in his own head, shuddering at the images of the dying child. Storm was shaking violently, clutching his pajama's for dear life. Charles carefully blocked the dream out of her head, then put in a few more blocks and increased the flow of endorphines to promote better dreams. Her sobs subsided, and finally stopped as she sniffed and fell back to sleep.
Charles sighed, and navigated his chair closer to Storm's head, stroking the pure white hair like a father would a daughter.
"It was only a bad dream." he whispered. "Only a bad dream..."
A/N: I know.. That was horrible. I constantly bring up all these sad ideas... But it was worth the time it took to write, because isn't it what they fear the most? I'd love some comments!
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